Naughty racial extension:

But the Lord as usual had the last word, and when he heard Paddy's
words he caused a large truck to plough into him as he was parking and
kill him. (He had very advanced Pca anyway, so it didn't really
matter).

Now Paddy had gone to Church every Sunday and was highly regarded.
So when he stood at the Pearly Gates and saw people driving by in nice
cars he said to St. Peter, "What am I down for?"

The Saint looked at his list and said, "H'm, you've done alright. So a
Mini only two years old, and only a little bit dented."

Just then the very latest Cadillac went purring by with what looked
suspiciously like a Jewish chap driving.

Paddy was furious. "I've been to church every Sunday, sometimes during
the week,the Bishop knows me personally - and I get a Mini -and look
-that chap gets a Cadillac! - and he looks..you know."

St. Pete put his head down and whispered, "Ah yes, but he's the son of
the Boss."